Slightly Bruised and a Little Bit Used
Sweat/Satisfaction
Next thing I knew, we were on her bed, clothes discarded on the floor, and I was panting heavily on top of her, sucking lightly on her collarbone.
“You know, you’re going to pay for what you did earlier,” I said, against her soft shoulder, gently biting down before returning to her neck.
“Oh, really?” she asked mockingly, but I could see right through it. She was starting to sweat, and I knew she was holding back out of pure stubbornness.
I didn’t answer, and instead thrust myself inside her.
She gasped in surprise before letting out one of those pleasurable moans she had been suppressing.
“Shaant!” she yelled, as I continued to thrust forcefully, repeatedly crashing my hips to meet hers. “Fuck!” she panted.
“God, Ri-” I groaned against her neck. She shivered. I picked up the pace, wanting to hear her yell my name again. “Why are you holding back on me, babe?” I breathed into her ear, making her shudder.
She attempted to glare, while I smirked at the pleasure of getting to her. I ran my fingertips down her waist, causing her to unexpectedly arch her back, and push me even farther in. I groaned loudly in satisfaction.
“Shit…” she moaned in defeat, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and leaving small, crescent-shaped marks in my skin. After a while, I eventually brought my pace up a notch.
“Shaant!” she gave her satisfying scream and I collapsed on top of her, panting for breath.
Her chest heaved against mine, and we soon fell asleep.
I woke up hours later, rolling off of her.
She shifted in her sleep, a small frown turning the corners of her mouth downwards. She sighed and rolled over, hair flopping over onto her face.
I hesitated before getting out of her bed and dressing myself.
I pushed her hair away from her pretty face and paused before pressing a kiss to her temple. She heaved a sigh, stretching her arms in her sleep, and I took it as a sign to leave.
Part of me wanted to stay very badly, but if I were still here in the morning, we’d either start arguing, or she’d murder me for still being here. Obviously, I didn’t want either of the two.
I glanced back once at her perfect sleeping form before leaving the room.
I carefully made my way past the living room, where everyone else was still asleep, and out the front door, heading into the solitary morning.
“You know, you’re going to pay for what you did earlier,” I said, against her soft shoulder, gently biting down before returning to her neck.
“Oh, really?” she asked mockingly, but I could see right through it. She was starting to sweat, and I knew she was holding back out of pure stubbornness.
I didn’t answer, and instead thrust myself inside her.
She gasped in surprise before letting out one of those pleasurable moans she had been suppressing.
“Shaant!” she yelled, as I continued to thrust forcefully, repeatedly crashing my hips to meet hers. “Fuck!” she panted.
“God, Ri-” I groaned against her neck. She shivered. I picked up the pace, wanting to hear her yell my name again. “Why are you holding back on me, babe?” I breathed into her ear, making her shudder.
She attempted to glare, while I smirked at the pleasure of getting to her. I ran my fingertips down her waist, causing her to unexpectedly arch her back, and push me even farther in. I groaned loudly in satisfaction.
“Shit…” she moaned in defeat, digging her fingernails into my shoulders and leaving small, crescent-shaped marks in my skin. After a while, I eventually brought my pace up a notch.
“Shaant!” she gave her satisfying scream and I collapsed on top of her, panting for breath.
Her chest heaved against mine, and we soon fell asleep.
I woke up hours later, rolling off of her.
She shifted in her sleep, a small frown turning the corners of her mouth downwards. She sighed and rolled over, hair flopping over onto her face.
I hesitated before getting out of her bed and dressing myself.
I pushed her hair away from her pretty face and paused before pressing a kiss to her temple. She heaved a sigh, stretching her arms in her sleep, and I took it as a sign to leave.
Part of me wanted to stay very badly, but if I were still here in the morning, we’d either start arguing, or she’d murder me for still being here. Obviously, I didn’t want either of the two.
I glanced back once at her perfect sleeping form before leaving the room.
I carefully made my way past the living room, where everyone else was still asleep, and out the front door, heading into the solitary morning.
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